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October 14, 2009

Finally! I really can't believe how long it took me to wrap this up! It was 90% completed before leaving for Germany in February. Once we were in Germany some serious computer issues put me back months and then there was working on a whole other country filming, while at the same time living in someone else's home- and all of those girls! haha. So, anyway it is finally finished and available! Thank all of you who have kept patiently emailng me asking WHEN it would be ready. The answer is NOW!

I love all of the countries that we've covered, but this one is somehow holds a special place for me. I think it is because I know most Americans will never travel to this country themselves, where the other countries we've gone to a more likely. I feel I have a bit more responsibility in showing what it was like for us there since so little information is available to the West about the realities of this country. I really hope that as many people as possible will watch this DVD. Even the mere name Iran, evokes a negative response by most people in the West. Yes, the president and the ruling regime are pretty wacked out, but the people of this country were so lovely to us and most of them are really wanting change. It is a bit heart-wrenching to see what is going on there politically right now. But this DVD is not political. It is the country through the eyes of children. We went to amusement centers, beautiful gardens, into homes, mosques and ate very well. It is the Iran that very few people get to see and I feel very fortunate to have had the experience and to have shared it with my two daughters. I really hope you all enjoy it!

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And PS, I got out of bed, turned on YouTube and actually did the gratitude dance first thing this morning. The kids came in asking me what on earth I was doing and I told them to join in! They mostly just stood there laughing at me- but we were all in a great mood afterward. I think this is going to be my new morning ritual. It was a bit of a workout actually to keep up with him for a full 5 minutes. Time to get in shape, I guess.

And I think I've turned into my mother! I do recall having to do jumping jacks in the morning as a kid while saying, "I'm enthusiastic!" Only, with her heavy German accent it was more like, "I'm entoosiastic." Now I'm asking my kids to join me in the gratitude dance. haha. But I just have to say there is no way one can be in a bad mood while doing the gratitude dance. It is so goofy- all we could do was laugh.

June 22, 2009

I've received quite a few emails from many of you asking my opinion about what is happening in Iran right now. I will say that this is exactly what most of the people I spoke with when we were there last fall, had expected. Obama had just been elected but not yet inaugurated and many of the people spoke of hope for a president they could also respect when their election came next. I did not meet anyone who was in favor of Ahmadinejad. Yet everyone I spoke to said they feared that because Khamenei liked him he would remain in office whether or not he won the vote. This was entirely expected. They've had a chance to prepare and knew what was in store for them. I watch in great admiration to those standing up to that regime. I feel honored to have met many of the citizens there last year and trust that this is the time they've been waiting for to make the change.

There are a few points I find irritating by the US press- there's been a lot of talk about whether or not Obama has done enough to speak out against the regime and stand with those opposing it. I've heard a lot about how 'they' are looking to him as the leader of the free world for support. I find this point of view incredibly ethnocentric and really bothersome. In that statement, there is an implied assumption that the Iranian people cannot organize themselves or have their own ideas about what they are wanting. First of all, let's all please remember that democracy is not an American idea! Keep in mind that the very first recorded model of a democratic society came from Iran thousands of years ago! Most Iranians I spoke to do not want an American version of democracy. Yes, they are looking for greater freedoms, of course, however, they are wanting it on their own terms and in a way that suits them. The chador is a voluntary piece of clothing, yet about 50% of the women choose to wear it. Many women would like to choose to not cover their head at all, however, many find the dress that American women wear extremely distasteful and vulgar and do not want it to be allowed on their streets either. There is a deeply moral vein running through the country that 95% of the people I spoke with would like to keep. It is a very decent, family oriented culture, due in part to their laws. Most I spoke with do not want to throw the baby out with the bath water. They are not at all looking to make Iran like the US! They just want more flexibility to make more of their own choices. But they are a very old and wise society and realize that with more freedom comes the other parts the US often does not recognize- high teen birth rates, illiteracy, a failing school system, high percentage of fatherless families, high theft and murder rates. If the US with all of its great freedoms was really such a fantastic system would we top the world in school shootings?

Many Americans like to think that freedom is everything. The propaganda here tells us that Iran hates America because we stand for freedom and they stand for oppression so naturally they hate us. I found that most people there do not hate Americans at all but do feel (like I do) that there are many things in this country that have crept into other Asian countries in particular that have decreased the quality of life in many areas. Again, it comes down to a moral demise. I don't think anyone that is sober can look at an area like Phuket, Thailand or Kuta Beach, Bali and feel good about what western culture had brought to these areas. Areas that were immersed in Hinduism or Buddhism that are now areas full of bars, prostitution and drugs. There are clinics on every corner for STDs, tons of filthy Western men looking for very young Asian girls fueling the sex trade, lots of women left behind to take care of children born out of these trade or young girls left infertile by multiple abortions. This is all part of our western freedoms. This is the part that many righteous Americans do not want to take responsibility for, but it's part of the package.

In Iran right now, there are many capable, intelligent, great thinkers, philosophers and activists that have a vision for their country. There are plenty of political activists that have been in jail multiple times, who have spread literature underground for the past 30 years! Iran has one of the most honorable histories of thinkers in the world. Hafez is who Goethe read and influenced him. There is no shortage of great minds and great hearts in that country. They are by no means an aimless group of people looking to the west for direction. They have been suppressed and are now taking back control of this country. I'm watching with great hope and anticipation of what their future holds. My prayers are definitely with all the people there as they move through this point in their history. And I am a firm believer in the old adage that, "The greatest tragedy is not death, but rather a life without purpose." There is a lot of purpose bubbling up to the surface right now. Let's all join in them in that purpose driven life. Let's be inspired to do something meaningful with our own day today.

And let's pray that peace, love, harmony and joy return to Iran asap!!!

January 13, 2009

There's been a lot of Iran talk in the news lately, and as usual, none of it positive. I've been asked so many times why on earth I chose Iran to visit and I feel it more strongly now than ever- I went because when the news announces that 10,000 Iranians have volunteered to become martyrs for the cause of extreme Islam, I know that that number is less than 1% of their population, but the 1% our news decides to focus on. I feel like I now have friends in that country that I care about. The country is made up of individual faces with individual stories. My feelings for that country have changed from mild indifference and ignorance to a deep caring for the people there. Even if their president does not care if the country is reduced in numbers by 5 to 7 million, I do. And if everyone on the planet cared, it would surely count for something.

Iran's most famous poet, Hafiz, wrote this long ago...but it has never been more poignant.

Now is the Time

Now is the time to know
That all that you do is sacred.
Now, why not consider
A lasting truce with yourself and God.
Now is the time to understand
That all your ideas of right and wrong
Were just a child's training wheels
To be laid aside
When you finally live
With veracity
And love.
My dear, please tell me,
Why do you still
Throw sticks at your heart
And God?
What is it in that sweet voice inside
That incites you to fear?
Now is the time for the world to know
That every thought and action is sacred.
This is the time for you to compute the impossibility
That there is anything
But Grace.
Now is the season to know
That everything you do
Is sacred.
'The Gift - Poems by Hafiz the Great Sufi Master'
translations by Daniel Ladinsky

And one by Rumi- also, a very loved Iranian poet.

Love is the cureLove is the cure,for your pain will keep giving birth to more painuntil your eyes constantly exhale loveas effortlessly as your body yields its scent.

December 11, 2008

We need to head to the airport at 1am to check in at 2 for a 5 am flight. Not fun times to travel with children. The airport is packed and of course overheated. Since we are so close to leaving and I'm overtired I find myself quite resentful towards the guy in front of me in short sleeves. I am so glad I did not come here during the summer. I would very likely have been arrested. I just can't imagine having to keep covered up in that kind of heat. In the cold, my hejab became my friend.

One day when we were still with our lovely guide I had an itch around my elbow. I reached up my sleeve to scratch it and it felt a bit rashy so I pulled up my sleeve to look at it- without thinking. As I glanced at my elbow the guide turned around and her eyes bugged out like, "What are you doing?" "Oh, oops. I forgot." I said. But then started to think about it- we were driving through the desert- no one was around. Our driver though, was a man so clearly baring my forearm was inappropriate.

As I'm waiting to board the airplane with two sleep walkers I resolve to travel back home hejab-less. What are they going to do- send me back here as punishment? We are once again traveling on Iran Air- an airline that enforces Islamic dress code. Once we board the plane however, no other woman takes hers off so my resolve quickly turns to chickenness. I keep it on the whole flight but once we land I see two other women pack theirs away- so I do too. Now on an entire flight there are three of us that have exposed heads before actually ex. Meanwhile, the plane is still taxiing to our terminal but at least 20 people- men and women- are out of their seats opening up the overhead bins despite the flight attendants demands to stay seated. I sit in fascination as I watch an overt disregard for 'authority' on one level and complete conformity on another. You can actually get arrested for disobeying the rules on an airplane. Getting baggage out of the overhead bin while taxiing is illegal. What is the difference I wonder. Why so willing to break one set of laws, but not another? One perhaps has nothing to do with religion? who knows...

The trip here has been eye opening. It was only 16 days due to a visa mix up. We initially wanted to stay for 30, the maximum allowed for Americans. Two of us have a visa that expires mid December and one of us has one that is good until February as they are only good for 90 days. It took us 9 months to get these visas so I decided to just make it work for as long as we could. Sixteen days turned out to be the perfect amount of time for us for this kind of trip. We did a lot of moving around and are pooped out. We saw a lot of the country, but missed the Caspian region, which I really would've loved to have seen. Overall, we felt very safe on our travels and didn't have any experiences that were in any way threatening. Our 3rd guide was irritating, but harmless. We felt a very strong sense of welcome by the people as a whole and a real love of Americans! Something I had not expected- and something that is quite rare these days worldwide- so was a change. We met some of the most generous people here that I've ever met anywhere and Iran will now always hold a special place in my heart.

So why did I go? I get asked this question a lot! Why Iran?? In California we live directly behind a Persian market where we'd shop often. Each time I was in there I felt like the people were so warm and kind and like I really wanted to visit Iran someday. I really love the food and the architecture and was irritated at our lack of knowledge about the place. My girls are still young and are not exposed to the news so do not know the word "Iran" outside of a traveling context. This will not last forever, though. But by the time they do hear of this country they will have already had another experience with it so will hopefully question what they hear about it.

Iran will be a place to them where they picked pomegranates and made friends. It is the place with really cool hotels with baby camels in the middle of the desert and where they played in the snow for days. It is really important for me when I travel with my children that I do not hold an agenda for them. I did not take my daughters there to learn about women's rights and female suppression. I have some interest in those areas, but I am an adult. I do not interfere with their experience of a country by feeding them my adult ideas about it. They are interested in interacting with nature primarily. They are interested in playing and making friends with other children. Their experience of this country is mostly a physical one. As they are getting older they are asking more questions about things and obviously due to the dress code in this country more things came up having to do with laws and such. They are in the age of 'fairness' and they did say, "It's not fair that men can wear short sleeves and can show their hair." I did not encourage or discourage this kind of talk but simply listened to them. My hope for them is that having had the experience of traveling to a place like this becomes part of who they are and when they are older can draw on this experience and somehow put it to good use. I hope they, like our first guide, will someday lead a purpose driven life that incorporates all of their past experiences.

It is my hope that anyone who has been following the blog will come away with a deeper sense of the country and its people. Even if our governments are not friends, we can certainly be friends with the people of Iran.

And I bid farewell to the two men who have watched over me for the last 16 days. From every single public building I have entered, they've been there. They've watched every one of my meals, watched me check into my hotels, have looked up at me from bills while spending them, watched me in mosques, museums and snack shops. To Khomeini on the right and Khamenei on the left, I bid you farewell. May you rest in peace Khomeini and may you please live in peace- oh, and please, please let live in peace, Mr. Khamenei.

I will sign off on this trip with a favorite quote of mine that comes from A Course in Miracles that says, "The holiest place on earth is where an ancient hatred has become a present love."

December 10, 2008

So, I met a whole new kind of Bush supporter here these last few days. (None are pictured here- these are just photos of folks having fun) These are young snowboarding types who actually love Obama- yet support Bush and really wanted McCain to win. Why? They have been hoping the entire duration of the Bush administration that the US would bomb Iran. They feel the only way for their government to be overthrown is by outside influence. I find this attitude both interesting and disturbing at the same time.

"Why don't you do something if you don't like it?" I say. "We can't." they reply. I do not know what' s it's like to be raised in an environment like this, but I cannot imagine that I could ever have such a defeatist attitude. But my upbringing is so different. I'm the daughter of immigrants. They left their country and surroundings because they didn't suit them on some level. I've always been taught to change things I don't like- and have largely been able to do that.

I remember when I first started working in the inner city in LA- the most shocking thing to me was the overwhelming attitude of apathy I found there. I was working with teens and had expected to find the medias portrayal of these kids as wild and rebellious. But what I found was the majority of them parked in front of a TV not caring about anything. I was the one who was saying, "Aren't you mad? Don't you care?" Nope. Most were happy to stay in front of their TVs are not care about much. So here are these young men snowboarding all day hoping the US bombs them so they can get alcohol legally. Over simplified, yes. But that certainly was the gist of our conversation.

The little sister decides to get herself the shovel sled today too and it's working quite well!

Our last day in Iran is a good one. Tomorrow will start our 2-day journey home.

December 08, 2008

Our savior arrived and was aptly named Mohammad.He is a punky young kid with a funky
hairdo and an attitude to match.We are all quite happy to see a new and fresh spirit in the form of our
new guide though he is 3 hours late.

When checking out and the bellhop takes our stuff to the
carhe sees me take out 30,000
rials and he says, “That’s too much.Give him 10,000.”I say,
“Oh, really?Our last guide told
me to give all our guys 30,000.He
checks with the woman behind the counter and she agrees 10,000 is the right
amount.He then says, “Did he tell
you to pay that much?”I said,
“Oh, ya!And so much more!”He says, “I hate Esfahanians!They’re all like that!” I do recall now
that our guide prior to the grouchy man said, “Esfahanians are known for being
serious businessmen.”I guess that
her way of subtly warning us.Anyway, I mention that he was quite aggressive in the money department
and he immediately gets on his phone to file a complaint on our behalf.Apparently the city of Esfahan will
only allow their own tour guides to work in their city and networking with the
boys is all part of their deal.This guide has been trying to crack into the city saying the guides
there are not well qualified.It was our one sour experience.He’s got me writing to the Ministry of Tourism to see if it’ll help
guides from other cities be able to work there as well.

Graffiti while driving through Tehran on our way.

He is the first guide who drives himself so I get
shotgun!Leg room and not being
between my darling children for the 6 hour drive we have ahead of us is a
dream.We are gaining a new
perspective on the 20-something life in Iran since this time it is coming from
a male perspective.He’s lived in
the states and Europe so has a good understanding of what life on the other
side is like. Interestingly enough he says that Iranian girls are much freer
than their counterparts in Europe, even in quite liberated countries like
Sweden.The difference with
European girls is that since they are modern women they do what they want by
choice, whereas their Iranian counterparts are trying to prove themselves as
liberated as what they imagine girls in the West to be based on what they see
in movies.Many are trying to
prove to the others that they are not going to be regulated by anyone else and
in the process forget about regulating themselves.This is the same issue we have with teens in our country-
they confuse rebellion with freedom.Acting out of anger against an establishment is not the same thing as
making a decision based on what one wants to do.That has very little to do with true freedom.

We arrive at the hotel at about 8pm and in the hotel lobby
is an Aussie in shorts with his legs up on the desk checking his emails.It is a shock first of all to see
someone else withblond hair after
15 days, but more to see his absolute casualness.It is not really OK to wear shorts here, even for men.All the guide books warn against it
-but here he is in the snow with outside temps at -2C sitting in shorts with
fuzzy blond leg hairs sticking out.On the one hand I am disturbed by the lax attitude in a country that
requires, well… uptightness.And
on the other hand I am so happy to see such familiarity and informality I want
to kiss him.He’s half my age so I
refrain but return a very hearty hello to his wide smiled, “Ello.”This is the 2nd to
last day of our trip and the first recognizable tourists we’ve seen other than
a Japanese group at the Imam Square and suddenly I’m excited to go back
home.Seeing this one small
display of comfort says so much to me.I think for the most part we Americans are a bunch of slobs compared to
much of the world, but in all of that sloppiness is an ease that is difficult
to describe.It’s like a pair of
comfy jammies- not always appropriate in public, but oh so cozy.

December 07, 2008

We left Esfahan in the morning for Abyane up in the
mountains.This is a small village
halfway to our next destination, Dizin.The scenery was beautiful most of the way as we followed along a range
of snowy mountains.The contrast
between the desert and snow has a stark kind of beauty that looks a whole lot
like Arizona.

Once we arrived in the small village our guide took us for a
walk.He kept telling the girls to
be careful and, “Don’t walk there- you’ll crack your head!”“Don’t fall.It’s slippery!”

It was pretty funny and quite ineffective.They came up to me a few times and asked why he keeps
telling them what to do.

We
stopped again at a woman selling her goods, where he directs me, “Take her
picture.”So I do.

She is lovely. Then he says, “Now please buy something
from her.”So again, I end up
reluctantly buying something.I’m
not at all opposed to supporting local artists but do enjoy choosing myself
what and whom I’d like to support.He stops at one woman who is selling dried apples.He takes a whole handful and says,
“It’s free.She wants to give to
you.Please take it.”At thispoint I feel like saying to him, “Stop telling me things are
free and then to pay for it!” but I don’t.He thrusts a big handful at the little sister who shakes her
head.He says, “Take it”So she shakes harder.I tell her that she can say, “No, thank
you.” if she doesn’t want any so she says, “No, thank you.”He says, “Yes!Take it!” and she hides behind me.I tell him that she doesn’t want any
and he tells me, “You should tell her to take it.”Now he’s pushing things.I’m still smiling on the outside but am ready to end our
walk together.I’m thinking how
different my account of this country would be if I had a guide like this the
entire time.I wonder if I would’ve
made it till the end.Seriously.

He told us we were meeting our new guide at this city at
noon that would take us up to our next destination and stay with us the rest of
the time.It is apparently another
man.This time the girls have just
said, “We hope it’s someone fun!”They no longer care if it’s a man or woman.He dropped us at our hotel at 2pm and then said the guide
would be here in the morning.This
is how all of our days have gone.Within minutes of each other the stories are quite different and we have
no idea which one is correct until it happens.We say our goodbyes at the elevator and I thank him for
everything.He then says, “It is
our custom for you to tip us.”I
understand tipping and all of that but I really like tipping people when I feel
like they’ve done a good job.I
know he did his job in a way that he thought was good,but we are paying a private tour guide
rate in Euros that is competitive with rates in Europe and Japan- they are not
in anyway cheap.Our last guide spent
up to 10 hours with us a day.His
maximum has been 4.Every single
place he took us to put high pressure on us to buy things and it just wasn’t
very relaxing.I think the working
rate is plenty for working only 4 hours a day.So I really did not want to give him a big tip on top of
it.He tells me to pay the driver
$50 tip because that’s, “so little and he has many children.”He says, “Give me your wallet and I
will pay him.”I say, “I will pay
him.” And keep my wallet in my hand but this does not stop him from reaching
over into my wallet and pulling bills out.I pay the driver the $50 tip, as he’s already been paid for
the trip.I hand it to him and
say, “It’s not a little bit of money in my country.It’s a lot so please stop saying it’s so little.”He says again to me, “It’s
nothing.”I say, “It is a lot for
me.” And get into the elevator giving him exactly what he keeps telling me my
money is worth- nothing.I don’t feel particularly good about it
on my ride up the elevator but am glad the interaction is over.I should’ve probably given him
something and chocked it up to cultural differences in language and
expectations.Suddenly I’m
keenly aware again of my womanhood in this country and probably didn’t give him
anything just because he’s a man demanding something from me, a woman.I’m not an Iranian girl and he can’t
make me give him a tip so I don’t.Feeling defiant and as
rebellious as if I were 16 again I find myself quite irritated.I feel guilty for not having given him
a tip but at the same time cannot imagine feeling good about giving him one
either.Maybe it’s just one of
those situations that has no good solution.But I like to imagine all situations can have a happy and
peaceful resolution.Maybe that’s
my lesson from this country. Maybe
there really are no good solutions to the problems that currently exist in this
part of the world.Or maybe I’m
just tired and need a good night’s rest.

We are the only guests in this whole hotel right now as it
is very off season.We are alone
here in the middle of the mountains and there is only one woman on staff here
and the rest are men.At dinner we
are alone in a huge dining room with 3 men repairing window cracks next to us
so we enjoy the delicious scent of silicone caulking as we eat our soup.The one young man who has a wild crush
on the little sister and keeps making googoo faces at her and littleclicking noises with his tongue, has told me to remove my hejab.No one is here he says and you don’t have to worry.Suddenly, I’m feeling like I might like
to keep it on!I do untie it from
under my chin as eating with it on does drive me crazy but leave it loosely
on the back of my head.I feel
weird being in front of these 3 men withoutmy head fully covered.Weird.

December 06, 2008

We begin our day with a second attempt at taping or even photographing at a school. Our guide’s English is not quite as good as the last two and we seem to be having a bit of misunderstandings. Even though this was supposed to be arranged by the agency they left it up to him. He understood that I wanted to put the girls into a school for the day so I could sight see in peace without my children bothering me. So he asked all the wrong questions to get us there. Once there we were once again told that we could visit a few classrooms but could not film or photograph- the whole point of the second visit. I was wondering why he kept telling me the children should stay in the car with the driver while I went to Imam square by myself.

I got this photo of the preschoolers at the school before they asked me to put my camera away.

Anyway, we met a few other teachers and sat in on a 3rd grade lesson and an exercise class, that looked a whole lot like my Korean yoga class I take at home. A few interesting notes from the class was that once again the teacher explained to us that she gives the lesson and then it is up to the student to draw pictures and retell what they understood the lesson to be in their own words and through their own art. She also explains to me about a bunch of herbs hanging on the wall. She says it is very important to teach the girls about natural medicine and healing their bodies with local plants and herbs so they do not become dependent on chemical drugs. There is also a plant experiment going on in the window. They have put cuttings of the same plant into glass vases with a different kind of water in each to see which will grow the best. Again, I am surprised by all of this and encouraged because they are teaching these girls how to think, the look at things critically, to experiment and look for results and to be healthy and in some regards self reliant. OK, so they go to religion class after this where they are told how to be ‘good girls’ and what that entails but that does not negate the other part. And, they can choose which religion to study!! Who knew this?? If a girls is Christian, Jewish or Zorrastrian she is exempt from taking Islam class and is given tests in her own faith. The one religion not tolerated by the government is B’ahai.

We are once again whisked around by our guide at a fast past and finally make it to Imam Square this morning. It is a beautiful sight to behold- even in poor lighting!

The sun is actually out this morning, which technically I’m happy about. I do not do well in sunless climates but it couldn’t be in a worse position for photographing it.

I’m trying my hardest not to think of last nights’ lighting while we were underground. I am filming there when I’m approached by a police man. I have been asked to stop filming or photographing about 5 times since arriving in the country so expect this will be the same. It’s always a bit intimidating when someone approaches wearing a machine gun but this man is smiling. He says, “Hello.” I say hello. Then he says, “Are you enjoying your trip to Iran?” Yes, I say. And then he says, “Is there anything else I can do for you while you are here?” No, I say skeptically as I’m still expecting him to ask me to stop filming once the niceties are over. He finishes with, “Please enjoy your stay,” and walks off.

Later we meet with him again in front of the police station where there are quite a few machine gun wearing dudes. A few of them call to us to stop and I’m sure this time they will ask for my tapes or memory card as I’ve heard stories of. They call us over and ask if we would like a map. All of them are making goofy faces at the girls and attempting little English phrases. It is something I really really wish I could photograph! But then I would be guaranteed removal of my digital memories.

After that we hit the bazaar, which had lots of treasures. Today was designated as our shopping day so we really wanted to stroll leisurely through the markets to choose our treasures.

Instead we were only taken to the shops where our guide is apparently getting kick backs. He’d drag us into a place, they’d give us tea and he would tell us to photograph them freely. Then in the end he’d say, “Please buy many things. They are so cheap! Each table cloth is only $60- buy many! So cheap for your country.”

This attitude towards Americans is truly one of my pet peeves. There’s lots of things lots of other countries think about us that don’t bug me much but this idea that we are all filthy rich and buying many $60 tables clothes is nothing offends me. Maybe because I work really hard for my money in jobs that don’t pay much- like teaching. I don’t spend $60 on table clothes at home.

The girls earned spending money by doing extra chores around the house the past year so they have spending money of their own. One tiny plate that was hand painted cost $40, so the little sister declined the purchase. Both the shop keeper and the guide seemed shocked. “But she likes it. She wants it. You should buy it!” they declared. I replied, “She had to clean the bathroom 40 times for that little plate and she doesn’t think it’s worth it. She’d rather spend it on something else.” They look at me like I’ve lost my mind. We leave the shop and wander to another across the way. The guide quickly tells us not to shop there and wants to take us to another ‘friend.’ The girls look at me and speak exactly what is on my mind right now, “I miss Titi” (the nickname we had for our other guide.) I really don’t enjoy being told what to buy with my own hard earned money by a bunch of men.

For the first time since being here I find myself growing defensive and that old “I am woman, hear me roar” attitude starts to rise up in me. It’s my money, not my husband’s. I’ve earned it and I will damn well choose how to spend it. So there. I know our guide is kind hearted and well meaning, but telling me what to buy and whom to buy it from is not something that sits well with me. We then head to lunch at a place where one of his friends works, of course. “The manager” of the place comes to our table and is very friendly. His English is good as he’s worked in Dubai. He brings the girls a plate of French fries we didn’t order because we’re American, which is all very friendly but the girls prefer the stew. At the end of the meal he helps me put on my coat- something that totally cracks me up until he asks for a tip! I do one of the things I’m very good at and play dumb. I laugh and say, “Oh, yes it is. Thank you!” and turn away. This way he is sure I have misunderstood him and makes him think I think he has complimented me on something making it quite awkward to re-ask for money, which luckily he doesn’t. I can’t wait to get back to our hotel for a break from all of these men trying to get into my wallet! I don’t know which is worse, sexual harassment or monetary harassment. Either way they are wanting something that I’m not wanting to give and it bugs me.

A definite highlight of the market was going to the miniaturist painter. We watched him paint with the tiniest of cat hair brushes. He did little sketches for the girls and then pointed out one of his favorite paintings. “This is Scheherazade and the King. Do you know this story?”

The three of us look at each other with eyes wide and answer in a resounding, “YES!” I tell him we are reading Arabian Nights right now and have been enjoying her tales each of our nights in Iran. We decide we should buy it. It costs much more than I normally spend on anything and is painted on camel bone, which I don't really approve of either but it feels right to buy it, so we do.

A walk through the park has us come across this scene. The photo is blurry but decipherable.

I don't know if I'm in a bad mood from the money men or what but my reaction to this was one of near rage. For some reason more than the idea of singing in public for women being illegal, more than the knowledge of swimming at beaches- even in a burkini- for women being illegal is these women here working out in this park dressed like this. It could be the still PMSing aspect of life right now- but I feel like yelling, "Are you kidding me???" I wonder how long I could live here before being arrested. I seriously doubt I could make it through one entire moon cycle.

Then we head back to our hotel for our 5 o’clock pick up from our new friends. The little pink bunny is waiting with her parents in the hotel lobby when we arrive at 4:40. We head off to their very tasteful apartment in the suburbs about 15 minutes from the hotel. It is a two bedroom, probably about 1000 sq ft. and is as modern as any in the states -aside from the squat toilet in the bathroom, which is new and modern and clean- it’s just a squat style. It is supposed to be a much healthier position to be doing your business in by physiological standards.

The second we walk into the door the wife whips off her hejab with more defiance than I’ve seen on a woman here so far. I also remove mine and she gives me an irritated look, not at me but at the hejab and sort of rolls her eyes. “Stupid.” She says. She plops herself on the couch and her 14 month old climbs into her lab clearly positioning herself to be nursed and pulling on her mom. I’m a little taken aback by this when she whips out her boob and the toddler nurses right in front of all of us. I want to stand up and cheer! I don’t know why this has surprised me so much but I am suddenly full of questions. A handful of interesting factoids: The government requires women to nurse here. They encourage women to nurse for a full two years! Most make it to at least 16 months.

It turns out the husband did have a slight agenda in inviting us and asks for a bit of help deciphering his grad school applications paperwork. I’m happy to help. The girls play with the little one happily and the wife of course feeds us non-stop. As he’s showing me all his paperwork, we come to a copy of his diploma and transcripts. I really wish I could’ve taken a picture of it because I cannot remember the wording exactly but right on the diploma it states that not only did he complete his course work for a BS, he did it with the ‘fear of God in work and in deed.’ I laugh out loud when I come to this section my eyes wide with amusement until I look at him. He is deeply embarrassed by this and says, “Maybe the college will have same response as you when they see this?” I try to be a bit more sensitive and say, “Maybe, but they will understand it is the country’s policy and has nothing to do with you.” He says, “I hope so.” Meanwhile CNN is on in the background and they are doing a special on the current Haag now going on in Mecca. He looks at the TV and says, “So stupid. So many people, so much wasted money. What for? For nothing.” Our previous guide’s parents are currently in Mecca and she was very proud of this. She has already put in her name into the annual lottery for 10 years from now and is already excited about it. This man sees it differently. He will sell all of his belongings when he leaves for America for grad school. Student visas are not that hard to obtain and the Iranian government will make him sign something that promises he will come back and work here with his degree. But most do not come back. If this is the choice he makes his child and wife will likely never see their family here again. It is difficult to get a visa to the States for tourists and his family will not be able to come back for visits and leave again. Decisions here are often permanent.
He has many questions about finances and whether or not he currently has enough money saved to last for two years. So I log onto Craigslist, which surprisingly is not blocked and check out housing in the area near the school. His eyes again grow misty as he’s looking at the housing prices. We are looking near schools in Texas and Alabama. I am equally envious with housing prices! In Alabama a new 2 bedroom gated apartment in Mobile near the ocean with a gorgeous pool, workout room and tennis courts runs about $750/ mo. He says, “This has always been my dream to work so hard to become a student in the US. I imagined myself living in very uncomfortable quarters and working as a dishwasher all night during this time, but now I see this prices and realize I can live like an Arabian King while doing my studies and bring my family too. I can’t believe it.” I tell him my grocery budget, gas prices, how much I pay for utilities and clothing. He realizes during our conversation that he does in fact have enough money for the next two years to pay for school and take good care of his family and is beside himself with joy. I am too.

Then I am once again distracted by the TV which now has some political comedian on whose face I recognize but don’t know his name. They are running all sorts of clips of Bush making his infamous blunders. I say, “The people of American are happy to have Obama as their next president, but the comedians are very sad. Mr. Bush has given them all so much material these past 8 years.” The wife really laughs and even the husband, who is a great fan of George can’t help a small laugh.

December 05, 2008

Our new tour guide is not exactly what any of us
expected.Since our last two
guides were in their 20’s we somehow had the assumption that our 3rd
would be the same.He isn’t.He’s in his 60’s minimum, probably 70’s
and is delightful.He moves at a quick pace and really
wants to keep us moving.We hit
the bird park in the morning and then a few other sites that he had us moving
in and out of the car at record pace.

The whole time at the bird park he kept telling the girls, “Hurry up,
let’s go.”I’m really not used to
moving at someone else’s pace.

The
last two guides moved at our pace but this guide wants us to keep up with him
and it’s well, a different experience for me.

I mostly smile and ignore him and keep at my own pace.

He drops us off at our hotel at noon
and says he’ll be back at 4pm.I
am surprised by this since our last guides spent all day with us so this drop
off at noon is unexpected but I must say greatly appreciated.Except our hotel room is shockingly
horrible.All our other
accommodations have been quite nice but now that we’ve had two days in a row
with time to actually spend in our room it figures that it is a depressing,
cold, stinky nightmare.

He is back at 4 and our itinerary says we will go to the
covered bridges.The guide books
are full of the praise for the ambient tea houses along the bridges and I am
excited for this adventure.Just
as we are driving to the bridge the clouds begin to part for the first time in
more than 4 days.

The sun is low
and glowing on the bridge beautifully.We cross the bridge and he is telling us again to hurry up.

I mention something about the tea
houses and he says, “No, no tea houses. Come on- hurry up the driver is
waiting.”I do my best to linger
and take some photos.

We get back
into the car and he says, “Now we will go to Coffee Net.”This is what internet cafes are called
here.This morning I told him I’d
like to go to one to check in since I cannot access it with my American
laptop.

I protest, “Oh, but the
light is so beautiful now.Can we
please stop at another bridge or mosque?”

“Yes, to Coffee Net.”

We
pass Imam Square and I can see the dome aglow in the setting sun.It takes my breath away.I say, “Oh, can we please stop here
quickly.The light is so
beautiful.”

“Yes, yes, tomorrow we
will go there.”

“No, now.Can we please stop?”

“No, not now.To coffee net now.”

So with the best light and most spectacular scenery since arriving in
this country we head underground to -not a coffee net -but one of his friend’s,
who is a carpet salesman with a computer.We are dressed in umpteen layers of warm clothing expecting to be outside
for hours tonight since the bridges are most beautiful at night.Now we are downstairs being served tea
by a bunch of carpet salesmen in a toasty room with the strong scent of butane
in the air.They are offering to
give us a good deal on a Persian rug that we don’t even need money to buy!WOW!!This is too good to be true.We only need to charge it – Master Card or Visa- anything
ok!And we can have a $5000 rug
for free!The internet takes about
6 tries to connect and all my hopes of writing a quick email to family saying,
“Still alive and having fun” and running back upstairs to the light have
disappeared.I am now sweating
into my layers and tired of saying, “Thank you, they are beautiful, but I’m not
interested in purchasing a carpet or a rug.”We go back upstairs to a dark night sky.

He drives us straight back to our hotel and says we can get
dinner here.I feel like I’m in a
bad joke now and say, “I thought the bridges are most beautiful at night?”

“Yes, yes.They are.”

“So
why aren’t we going to them?”

“Yes, yes.”He replies.

I then say, “Please drive us back to
the last bridge and drop us off.We will walk home after.”It is over 3 miles away but he is fine dropping us off.We are relieved to be on our own but
then he says, “You should put your camera away because my last tourist got his
stolen here at night from him even though it was around his neck.But he was a man, maybe you will have
no problem because you look strong so can fight.”

“Yes, yes.” I
say and get out of the car.We
walk around a bit and there are tons of people out as it is their weekend.Then we go to a hotel for dinner and ask the hotel to
call a taxi for us to take us back to our own hotel.

We also met two
other men today. One, a Bush
supporter.No ordinary supporter,
either.This man in his late 20’s was moved to tears when he spoke of what Bush has attempted to do in the
Middle East.He was saying
thathe really respects Americans
and the whole world can really learn from us about how to function.He says he knows many Americans do not
support President Bush because we’ve lost so many American lives to try to help
the Middle East so he can understand my anger.I say, “It’s all lives lost most Americans are mad about-
not just American.”He looks
confused.I say, “An Iraqi life
lost is as sad as an American life lost.”“No, no.”he says.“Not true.”“American life is more important because they are
helping.”I think this goes along
with their whole martyr thing here.It’s a difficult concept for me to grasp.But all over the country there are still pictures of martyrs-
soldiers who lost their lives fighting in a war 20 yrs ago.

The next man was a father and husband in his early
30’s.He will be going to grad
school in the states next year and befriended us in a restaurant.“When I will go to your country next
year my daughter will have the same rights as your children. I can’t believe
this.It is so incredible to
me.”He looks over at his little
daughter in a pink snow suit with bunny ears on top and is now choked up so
much he can no longer speak.He
taps his chest and says, “I’m sorry.I really love your country.”He wonders why I am traveling here with my children.He then invites us to dinner tomorrow
night but says, “I understand if you’re worried about accepting such an
invitation because of hostage situation.”Um… since Americans have not been taken hostage in roughly 29 years in
this country it is not an active concern of mine- to be taken hostage by a
family with a pink bunny.We
accept our invitation and they will pick us up at our hotel at 5 tomorrow.